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I pick up one by one and fill my heart.
Why? It doesn't fit well.
A gentle sound ringing in the distance.
The torn chain is so heavy that it afflicts me, though I sever it already.
However, I've come so far with my legs dragging.
I can't reach my dreams, but this is my place.
There is something I can do even if I am small and weak.
Struggling for tomorrow, living today.
After I got the one or two with difficulty, it is getting broken.
Dirty rags are powerless against the cold.
I can't even gain everyone's ordinary happiness.
The faint memories float on my eyelids.
The unfulfilled warmth hurt me.
I have refused even others' little kindness.
I can't find an exit to get out these days.
I wonder if the time will come when I can get rid of my pain and suffering?
I don't know, but I just freeze my heart and live now.
I was always alone and having a hard time.
No one helped me.
Even if the fetter is heavy and the legs are tattered, I live.
I believe in the warmth hidden somewhere.
Whether it's a scorching sunny day or a bitingly cold rainy day, the journey will continue, and someday I will arrive at a place full of light.
You see, there is something I can do even if I am small and weak.
Struggling for tomorrow, living today.
I pick up one by one and fill my heart.
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